A quiet house interior.

  Shen Yi put down his chopsticks and responded casually with a raised cup.

  Don't say anything unnecessary, for this kind of straightforward and rough person, some things just have to be spat out by the other party, only then will they feel relieved.

  "Hmm—"

  Zhang Tutu sat back at the table, a smile spreading across his face.

  This time, Jin Gang Men can be said to have crushed his dignity into the dust.

  To be honest, with their current strength, even if I were to risk my life, what could I possibly help with?

  Ke Shen brothers still have the same attitude as before, and there is no difference from when they were in Baiyun County.

  "I plan to take this child and temporarily leave Qingzhou City first, go to a small county town to stay for a while, when we arrive, I will ask someone to send you a letter."

  Shen Yi's momentum is now rising, and in front of so many people, he can be said to have stood up for Zhang Tuhou, and as long as he stays in the city, there are countless people who want to curry favor with him and establish a relationship with Shen.

  But Meng Han saw it more deeply, these riches and honors were not what he should have enjoyed, and someone wanted to fawn on him, while others wanted to harm Shen Yi. With his own strength, he could easily become a breakthrough for others to attack Shen Yi.

  "Be careful."

  Shen Yi nodded and glanced sideways at Fang Heng: "Why are you staring at him like that?"

  “……”

  Fang Heng rolled his eyes and sat down as well. If his parents had seen through it so clearly back then, they wouldn't have ended up guarding that small shop until their deaths at the hands of demons, leaving only his grandmother and him to rely on each other.

  Seeing Zhang Tuhou and the young man's relieved expression after narrowly escaping death, I couldn't help but feel a little sentimental for a moment.

  Zong Bing is a good master, but it's hard to say he's a qualified elder.

  "My grandmother said I've changed a lot recently and wants to thank you in person."

  Fang Heng sighed, things have changed a lot since he met him, his arm has never been well.

  Unable to fight with others, temper naturally converges a lot.

  "Tomorrow then."

  Shen Yi suddenly realized that since he had met more people, there were actually some in this world who began to miss him.

  It feels pretty good actually.

  All three of them just took a few sips and then each returned to their rooms to rest. In this chaotic world, getting drunk was a luxury.

  ……

  The next day.

  Zhang Tutu got up and left early, without leaving any words before he left, but only brought the child to Shen Yi's door and bowed deeply.

  In the morning, Fang Heng walked over from outside carrying two bags of oranges.

  Shen Yi put away the set of clothes that Pian Jiang had given her, and changed into a black long shirt she had brought from Baiyun County. She pushed open the door and went out.

  "Are you planning to leave again?" Fang Heng looked at his attire, seemingly realizing something.

  Mrs. Ah Qiang indeed gave Shen Daren a bronze bell.

  This hurried and restless appearance, Fang Heng had only seen it on one other person.

  Can't always stay in the city, just go out and take a stroll.

  Shen Yi walked out of the courtyard with big strides.

  Holding onto half a book on Cong Dan's body tempering method, I've been putting it off without using it, and to be honest, it's been itching at my heart.

  The two of them soon arrived at the General's Mansion.

  The second time she set foot in this place, Shen Yi's mindset was completely different from last time.

  Now he stands here, and others who see him will only think that he has something important to attend to, rather than having climbed up someone's social ladder.

  "Xiao Yang, just wait a bit longer, I'll introduce you to a young man."

  "Alas... granny... I just came to deliver salary to Lord Fang, but now that's not the plan."

  "Look at people first."

  "I still have something..."

  Several conversations came from inside the courtyard, and the girl seemed somewhat helpless.

  As the two stepped into the courtyard, she turned her head to look over, her gaze quickly sweeping past Fang Heng and falling on that tall figure in a black robe.

  "Uh."

  Xiao Yang subconsciously sat down on the stool: "Suddenly nothing happened again."

  Fang Heng glanced at her and said lightly: "Go ahead and get busy first."

  "It's actually not that busy...... eh...... don't pull me...... Lord Shen! It's me! I was the one who helped you choose your cultivation method last time!"

  Fang Heng walked over and pulled the girl up, until she left the yard with a lingering gaze still fixed on Shen Yi's face.

  "Hey you little rascal, can't you be more polite?"

  The grandma slapped him with a bad temper and then smiled at Shen Yi: "Come on."

  "Let's take a look at you."

  Shen Yi nodded, never expecting that the introduction of the little girl was actually serious.

  "Sit down quickly, I'll go cook for you."

  The elderly love to talk nonsense and don't understand what cultivation is all about. They only ask about trivial matters of family life.

  Shen Yi didn't mind the bother and sat in the courtyard, seriously responding to the other party's questions.

  It seems that only in such a scene can he have a slight sense of peace as if returning to his previous life.

  It was soon noon again, and a light meal was served, this time with a special dish of braised pork belly made just for him.

  "You last time helped me teach this silly kid a lesson, now he's much more obedient, eat some more, next time use more force."

  Shen Yi picked up her chopsticks and, under her mother-in-law's eager gaze, had just picked up a piece of meat.

  The silver bell at his waist suddenly shook slightly.

  He expressionlessly savored the half-fat and half-lean meat block between his lips, carefully tasting it before raising the corner of his mouth: "Your craftsmanship is really not bad."

  "Really? Then have some more." The old lady smiled with her mouth wide open.

  "Let's wait for an opportunity."

  Shen Yi quickly finished the clear porridge in her bowl, stood up with a hint of apology, and bid farewell with a bow.

  Fang Heng sensed something and looked up, saying: "Lord Shen, be more careful."

  The dangers encountered by Zhēn Mó Sī Xiào Wèi on an ordinary day are not even one-tenth of those faced by a demon catcher.

  "It's alright, you young people are all busy, go ahead and attend to your business first, come back and visit more often when you have time."

  When Shen Yi left, her mother-in-law put away her smile and sat back beside the table, slapping Fang Heng on the palm: "I don't know what nonsense you're talking about. Such a good young man, if there's a wife waiting at home, do you have to work so hard?"

  "That can't be done casually either." Fang Heng retorted in a rare low voice.

  "This is actually true." The old lady thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Your master sister is quite similar to him."

  "Are you talking about Lin Shi Jie?" Fang Heng was stunned for a moment and also felt that there was some truth to it.

  "No, it's the other one that's prettier." The mother-in-law winked and whispered: "Both of them look cold on the surface, but they're actually warm-hearted. Why don't you help us play matchmaker?"

  Upon hearing this, Fang Heng suddenly felt a chill and waved his hands repeatedly: "You can stop now, Shen is just quiet and doesn't like to talk, it's completely different from Jiang Shizi... you must have misjudged him."

  He didn't quite dare to disobey his grandmother and looked around in both directions.

  Lowering his voice, he said: "I heard from Brother You that when Sister Jiang was young, she suffered a calamity and crawled out of a pile of dead bodies alone. When she met Master, there was only one golden silk gibbon following her, who had also suffered misfortune. Along the way, they took turns keeping watch at night and shared a piece of flatbread to eat. After escaping from disaster, her eyes still held optimism."

  "What a pity, I met my master."

  Fang Heng sighed: "Master took her and Jin Si Hou to a local courtyard to take care of them."

  "Isn't this good?" The mother-in-law looked over curiously.

  "Is that so?" Fang Heng buried his head, occasionally picking at the salted vegetables: "Master taught them martial arts at the same time. The gibbon practiced knife skills, and Shifu learned swordsmanship... That gibbon was also slaughtered by the Youyao, forced to escape, it can be said that they have a life-and-death friendship with Shifu."

  "Just a few months ago, the monkey had just mastered the basics of knife skills, and its master gave it a treasured sword to go out and gain experience."

  "The monkey left shortly, and the master called his sister over, saying that the monkey had anger hidden in his heart. This time he went out, the first thing he must do is to go back and seek revenge, and the journey will not exceed one month."

  "In just one month, after breaking through the initial boundary, he took his senior sister over to save it."

  "Did it work?"

  "Of course it failed." Fang Heng's eyes welled up with helplessness: "Shi Jie rested for only two hours every day, but in the end still fell short by a bit."

  "Of course, these don't matter."

  Fang Heng waved his hand and let out a long sigh: "What I want to say is, from then on, Shifu never asked about the gibbon again, not even where it went, completely letting go of everything. To become Qingzhou's most profitable sword, it's not what you said, being cold outside but hot inside..."

  "But it's true, nothing matters."